[Verse 1] You’re dropping your gloves, you’re setting the pace, We’re battling hard in the offensive space, You’re here to play dirty, hip checkin, not kind I’m skating in deep on your blue-painted line You’re blowin’ my whistle, I’m chargin’ the goal You’re openin’ five-hole, I’m taking control I’m slidin’ in greasy and crashing your net Here comes a high stickin’ that you’ll never forget [Chorus] Hit the boards, rattle glass, take it straight to the chest, No time to play defense, no time for a rest! Bangin’ down low, yeah, we’re workin' that slot, Heavy hip-check, you’re so fuckin’ hot. Its sudden death crunch time, the game’s on the line You’re beggin for roughin’ that sweet ass is mine You're riding the stick and absorbing the shocks, Two minutes not enough for your penalty box [Verse 2] Your stick-handling’s dirty, your tape job is tight, You’re beggin' for back-checks, you’re wild for the fight We’ve shedded the sweaters, to hell with offsides There’s no neutral-zone trap between your thighs I’m digging out corners, I’m deep in your zone Going top shelf and hearin’ you moan I’m windin’ up heavy, slap shot’s gonna blow You’re lightin' the red lamp and lettin' it go! [Chorus] Hit the boards, rattle glass, take it straight to the chest, No time to play defense, no time for a rest! Bangin’ down low, yeah, we’re workin' that slot, Heavy hip-check, you’re so fuckin’ hot. Its sudden death crunch time, the game’s on the line You’re beggin for roughin’ that sweet ass is mine You're riding the stick and absorbing the shocks, Two minutes not enough for your penalty box [Bridge] (Spoken / quirky deadpan rhythm, bass groove only) Hold on... timeout. You're calling a delay of game? Baby, we haven't even started the third period. (Band kicks back in, full throttle) Pull out your goalie, the red light is on, The warm up’s all over, it’s time to game on! Line up the face-off, we’re breakin' the lock, Ain't nobody stoppin' with two in the box! [Chorus] Hit the boards, rattle glass, take it straight to the chest, No time to play defense, no time for a rest! Bangin’ down low, yeah, we’re workin' that slot, Heavy hip-check, you’re so fuckin’ hot. Its sudden death crunch time, the game’s on the line You’re beggin for roughin’ that sweet ass is mine You're riding the stick and absorbing the shocks, Two minutes not enough for your penalty box [OUTRO] (Panting) You really want overtime, girl? Legs like rubber, but the stick won't drop, Sudden death session, we ain't gonna stop! Two more in the box!
